I am Ribbon

When I was in kindergarten, like many kids, I wouldn’t eat some of the stuff they served me at recess. One afternoon, after the usual exchange of coaxing and stroppy head shaking, my teacher said ; “You’re ribbon”.

I spent many, many…many,many years wondering what she meant.

One insomniac night, thirty years later, I finally realised that what she probably said was; “You’re stubborn!”.

That pretty much sums up the story of my life. I am almost always the last to get it.

So, well, thank you for coming, let me introduce you to my bits and bobs. First, the Best, the One, the Different, my Useless Husband.

My useless husband and I are family people…well at least that’s what we tell people. So we decided we wanted a child for our personal entertainment. We quickly discovered there are plenty of children. They’re everywhere! In shopping malls, on streets, in people’s houses, in cars and planes, and especially in schools. Easy peasy, I hear you think, but no, it’s surprisingly difficult to acquire a child, even if it’s just a tiny little one.

So therefore we’ve adopted a chicken for the time being, to practice and to keep us entertained.

Her name is Chicken Licken. She seems alright, spends most of her time shopping and excreting on our porch.

Otherwise, I’m going through a mid-life crisis, hence this blogging business. Not quite as interesting as going an a meditation retreat or bungee jumping or getting botox (yes, very 80’s you say anyway), but here I am dithering away about nothing much.

Thanks for dropping by!